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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Dance : You are no longer 16 !

Confession : This morning I woke up with a slight hangover..
not because I had truck loads to drink. It’s called the Mid-Twenties crisis,
where you drink just about 2 – 3 rounds of shots at a night club in a mid-week
soiree and are woken up the following morning by your usual 7:15 alarm to tread
to work ! My husband and an ex-hard-core-partier screams at me from the other
end of the room … darling, you are no longer mid-twenties… its called late
twenties where you stand at !

The scene a few hours earlier : We were Mid-Week partying,
like most clubs call it, is the night of the 16 year olds. In all honesty when I
was 16 and when I saw my elder brother at my age, I said to the friends around
me.. we are never going to be that people. ( Reality : I no longer see those
friends anymore, except at Weddings ! ) We will keep partying and also made a
string of other promises that we are struggling to fulfil even on a monthly
basis. What hurt the most is that I was no longer that popular kid who would
enter a place and see at least 3 sets of friends before actually sticking the
entire night ( read : after screaming once more once more to the last song )
with the ones I actually came in with. ( Reality : I did see a couple of kids
from my school who would hate it if I say to them hey.. you were in std 1 when
I graduated school ! )

Barring a few models, my group of people and a few beefed up
30 something men leeching at the under-age crowd.. everybody looked like they
belonged there. It was funny seeing the group I had entered with struggling to
fit-in. The first sign of not fitting in comes when as soon as you enter, your
groupies and you cannot even form a whole wide circle and stand together. We
were no longer capable of managing our turf. We got pushed and pulled by the
over-zeleous young ones jumping to ‘EDM’ !

Of course we got our sweet spot by the BAR. As always a 16
something on pocket money will never be able to afford drinking all night on
his pocket money.. this has and will always be the reserved spot of the late
20s. I remember how many nights my girl friends and I have accepted shameless
drinks from random men of my age only then ! Yes.. if you are not drunk way of
out your mind, if you are not wearing something extremely uncomfortable, if you
did not quit the height of your 6 inches heels to dance bare foot on the dance
floor, if you are not wrong words-fake lip-sing chart toppers of today – YOU HAVE LOST ALL ATTENTION.. and thereby
you are no longer entitled to the free drinks.

After being stamped a couple of times by a jumping jack we
decided to step out for a quick smoke. Ofcourse, you are pushed to another low
when instead of discussing which one of your friends’ is being a little hoar,
or who is hooking up with whom, and the words ‘knackered’, ‘hammered’ or ‘sloshed’
is not being used to describe the current state of your friends, you are
discussing the average age of a night club ! Or you are discussing how you
prefer Dinner or Lounging as opposed to this. Or you are discussing what time
are you heading out ! Or who is buying another round of consoling happiness..
oops, read drinks ! Oh you guessed right, we did go in, but only for a couple
of minutes to hang around till it was comfortably late to say we went out
partying.

When we finally decided to ‘Quit the Scene’ much to
everybody’s liking nobody forced us for a mid-week stay over or an after party
to this party. We were a party of 2 and nobody asked for a ride back home. We
were all in the comfort of our A/c car’s and our “Party Hard Drivers” in place
to come pick us up from right outside the venue. We also did not have to take a
million de-tours dropping everybody, our phones were not off the hook trying to
explain where we exactly were and how much longer we were going to take. Nobody
was sticking their head out.. or I wasn’t in charge of holding anybody’s hair. Some
of the perks of not being sweet 16 anymore.

The only up-side of being a late twenty dweller in all this
was that I did not feel the need to tip toe in my room. I did not have to look
forward to a confrontation. There was no explanation on how many drinks I had
had and there was no long lecture trying to reason WHY I NEED TO PARTYY 3 times
a WEEK ! Suck it 16 year olds..I WON. ( Sigh.. If only I really meant what I
just wrote.. )